Love's True Path

Asher watched as Anita flew past him in a huff, shortly followed by Jason and Caleb. Sighing, he went to Jean-Claude's office to see what had happened. He went inside without knocking to see Jean-Claude pacing. "Is something the matter?"

The Master of the City had made it to the other side of the room before he registered that Asher was there. "Nothing, non, Mon Ami. I am simply..." He sighed, and began pacing again.

"Let me guess. This is about Ma Petite?" Asher asked him. He felt bad that Anita treated him so poorly. All he wanted was for Jean-Claude to love him as much as he loved Anita.

Jean-Claude glanced up. "Mon Ami- an honest answer. Do you feel that I would be better off if I were no longer involved with Anita?" He swallowed imperceptibly, staring at the beauty before him.

Asher went still as Jean-Claude asked the question. "You know I love you, Jean-Claude." He said, his heart pounding. "But Anita is slowly killing you."

His eyes darkened. "Do you?"

"I do, Mon Amour." He said.

Jean-Claude looked down, sitting on the couch, looking defeated. "You wanted to kill me, Mon Chardonneret. How can you love me?" He shoved his hands through his hair, ruining the way his perfect curls fell. "And then... I... forced you to watch Anita and I... hoping that we could be as of old..." He said softly, almost under his breath.

Asher sat beside him, longing for the other man. "I do love you. I was a fool to blame you for so long." He said. "I want to be like before."

Raising his head slightly, Jean-Claude stared at Asher with nearly black eyes, hardly daring to hope that they could be really... that Asher felt like this still, after all these years.

Asher touched Jean-Claude's cheek. "I have waited, hoping you would leave Anita, but I don't want to wait anymore. I want you, Mon amour."

Jean-Claude turned his head, pressing his lips to Asher's hand and murmured "Oui, Asher..."

Asher kissed his forehead. "Je t'aime."

"Je t'aime aussi..." Jean-Claude cupped Asher's face, leaning forward to brush his lips over the other man's.

Asher leaned into the kiss. "Anita will be mad."

"Mmm... And you know what, Mon Ami? I have decided that I do not care. I want you." Jean-Claude nuzzled his face against Asher's, brushing his lips over the other man's face.

Asher smiled, a rare thing. "I am glad, Jean-Claude." He said and kissed his lips.

The Soudre de Sang moaned softly, his lips parting as he shifted closer to the larger man. Just that quickly, he was aching for Asher, aching for his touch, his kiss... his possession.

"Mon ami, there is no going back from this." He said as snuggled up to Jean-Claude, wanting him more then anyone else.

Jean-Claude licked his lips, looking Asher in the eye. "I love you, Asher. I have loved you forever..."

Asher let his hair fall back, showing his scars. "I have always loved you."

"Then let us doubt each other no longer..." Jean-Claude slanted his mouth over the blonde vampire's mouth, putting all of the emotion he felt for the other man into the kiss.

Asher let go of everything and just kissed his master. He had been in pain for so long, but Jean-Claude could take it all away.

"Moan for me, Asher..." Jean-Claude pulled back, kissing along Asher's golden jaw, laving along the scars, then smooth skin, teasing him.

Asher moaned his name. "Mon amour..."

"Mmm... Oui. Yours, but you are mine as well- forever." Jean-Claude nipped at Asher, marking him but careful not to break his skin.

"Oui." He moaned. "I am yours." He loved being with Jean-Claude. "Bite me." He begged softly.

Jean-Claude began to undo Asher's shirt. "And why should I, Mon Chardonneret? Hm...? Shall I bite you here?" He stroked a finger over Asher's neck. "Or here?" He lowered his hand, tracing the other man's femoral artery. "Or both?"

"Please..." He moaned. "I don't care. I just want you inside me."

"Mmm..." Jean-Claude nuzzled Asher's neck, and then bit him suddenly, drinking from him, purring at the taste and feel.

Asher arched his back as Jean-Claude bit him. "Mon amour, Je t'aime."

Sin: He pulled back, leaving the wound to bleed, licking the blood from his lips. "Je t'aime." Jean-Claude leaned down, laving at Asher's right nipple. "So beautiful..."

"Non, not as beautiful as you." Asher said as he ran his ran down Jean-Claude's back.

He shivered, shaking his head slightly in denial. "Touch me, Mon Chardonneret..."

Asher kissed his neck as he slid his hand up the other man's shirt. "Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Everywhere, Asher. Undress me..." Jean-Claude shifted, lounging on the couch.

Asher tugged on the stings of his shirt, undoing them. He pulled Jean-Claude's shirt off and kissed his cross.

He moaned, a shudder of arousal racing down his spine as he slid his fingers into his hair.

"Mmm, Mon Amour." He said as he licked a line down Jean-Claude's chest.

"Mon Chardonneret... yes..." His fingers tightened in the other man's hair.

"Oui?" Asher said. "Yes what, Jean-Claude?"

"You know what, Asher..." He licked his lips, meeting the other man's husky blue gaze.

Asher smiled. "Tell me." He knew he was playing a dangerous game.

Jean-Claude growled softly, "You have become a tease, Asher..." His tone, however, said that he liked it. A lot. "Use your mouth on me..."

Asher kissed his stomach, getting close to the top of Jean-Claude's pants. He undid the button his holding the tight fabric together. "My mouth?

"Oui, Asher... Your mouth..." His stomach muscles tightened, and he bit his lower lip.

Asher finished undoing his pants and pulled him free. "So beautiful." He moaned as he took Jean-Claude into his mouth.

"Sacre merde!" Jean-Claude gasped, arching his back as he watched Asher use his mouth on him.

Asher closed his eyes as he savored his unique taste.

"Mmm... Asher..." He shuddered, massaging the other man's scalp with fingers that shook.

Asher ran his tongue down his length. He teased Jean-Claude with his fangs, a hint or a warning.

The Master of the City struggled not to thrust into his second's mouth. "Dieu!"

"I have missed being able to have you like this." Asher said, wanting so much more from his master, but holding himself in check to make sure it lasted.

"Mm... Oui." Jean-Claude pulled Asher up to straddle him, kissing the other man and pushing his shirt off.

Asher helped him take his shirt off. "I want you."

"Mmm... stand, Asher... let me undress you..." He brushed his lips over his bite on Asher's neck, licking it briefly.

Asher shuddered. "Oui, undress me..."

Jean-Claude helped the blonde to his feet, and pulled him between his thighs. He smirked up at Asher, then licked along the top of his pants.

"Mon amour, you are the tease not me." He moaned.

"Mmm... and you like it." He nuzzled the other man's hardness, purring.

"Very much so." He said.

Jean-Claude smiled, swirling his tongue around Asher's navel, then began undoing his fly.

"Mon ami, it has been so long for me I do not know if I can keep this up for long." He said, his voice full of emotion.

"All right, Mon Beau. I will not tease you." With quick, sure motions, Jean-Claude dispensed Asher's clothing, and stood, stripping himself. "How shall we do this, Asher, my love?"

Asher watched him with hunger in his eyes. "I want you inside of me, Mon Merle."

"Mm... and I wish to see your face." Jean-Claude shoved Asher back, onto his desk. "Do you know how I've longed to have you here?" He pushed the other man's legs up and apart, ducking his head quickly to suck at Asher's hardness before abruptly pulling back. He moved, pressing himself against Asher's opening. "Now?"

"Oui." He half-shouted. He had wanted this for so long. He didn't care if he was on Jean-Claude's desk all he could think on was having Jean-Claude buried deep inside of him, completing him.

Jean-Claude slowly began pushing inside the other man, easing in with a moan. He was buried in the other man, and as he looked Asher over, he knew that he had never seen anything more beautiful, had never felt as complete as this moment.

Asher watched Jean-Claude enter him. "Mon amour, je t'aime." He said. He was whole when he was with Jean-Claude and he was glad he had him again.

"Mmm... Je t'aime." Jean-Claude began to thrust in and out of the other man, moaning as he reached, stroking Asher's length.

Asher panted as he felt Jean-Claude move in and out of him. He pulled Jean-Claude down for a kiss. "I want all of you, mon amour." He moaned offering the other man his neck.

Jean-Claude moaned, biting into the other man, his hand and hips moving faster.

Asher squeezed his shoulders. "Mon amour..."

Swallowing as if Asher's blood were air and he was drowning, Jean-Claude whimpered, then pulled back, his spine arching, blood dripping down his lips and onto his chest. "Mon Chardonneret..."

Asher arched his back. "Jean-Claude..." He moaned as he came, the orgasm rolling over him and stealing his breath.

Jean-Claude thrust hard into Asher, grinding his hips into the other man as he spilled into him, shouting Asher's name.

Asher kissed him. "That was wonderful."

"Mmm..." Jean-Claude sighed, leaning on his lover. "Better than... wonderful..." He licked his lips.

Asher froze. "Jean-Claude..." He said, his eyes darting to the door where Anita was standing.

"Oui, Mon Cha-" Jean-Claude turned his head and froze. "Anita!"

"You fucking bastard!" She shouted furious. "I knew you were screwing him behind my back."

Jean-Claude stood up, Asher's seed coating his belly, sticky from his own as he faced her. "Anita... it is over." He waited, watching her.

"I could of fucking told you that, you asshole."

"I mean, Anita, that you are no longer my lover." Jean-Claude pulled two robes from behind his couch. "Here, Mon Amour."

Asher took the robe, not looking at Anita. Anita shook with rage. She thrust her power into Jean-Claude , throwing him into the wall. "Go fuck yourself." She said and stormed out.

Asher ran to Jean-Claude. "Jean-Claude, are you ok?"

Jean-Claude swore, feeling the blood running from beneath his hair. He touched the blood, pulling his crimson stained fingers back to look at them.

"Mon ami?" He said softly. "Are you seriously hurt?"

"Non... I... she simply has made me bleed..." He sighed, "Help me up, Asher?"

Asher took his arm and helped him to his feet. "That went well..."

Jean-Claude laughed softly. "Oui." He hugged the other man, smiling. "Mon Ami?"

"Yes, Jean-Claude?" He asked.

"Are you happy?"

"Very much so." He said, smiling. He was glad to have him.

"Mm." Jean-Claude pulled him down for a kiss. "Let us go and rest in my room... get our energy back so that we may do this again..." He paused. "Without Anita's interruption."

Asher smiled. "Oui. I would like that." He said and kissed his beloved.

"Let us grab our clothing, then, and go, before something else interrupts us."

He nodded and they were off.